If you truly get in touch with a piece of carrot, you get in touch with the soil, the rain, the sunshine. You get in touch with Mother Earth and eating in such a way, you feel in touch with true life, your roots, and that is meditation. If we chew every morsel of our food in that way we become grateful and when you are grateful, you are happy.
Thích Nhất Hạnh
you and me, always you held my head above the waves
paddling around pretending that it was not too cold
it was but when you were there
our shadows softly on the grass
day would break we'd have our last
Said the fight to make ends meet
Keeps a man upon his feet
Holding down his job
Trying to show he can't be bought
It takes every kind of people
Um cantinho, um violão
Este amor, uma canção
Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama
Muita calma pra pensar
E ter tempo pra sonhar
Da janela vê-se o Corcovado
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled."
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
I pull my boots off, throw my weapons on the floor
Cry my eyes out, in my private little war
Well it seems I've been a soldier
Heaven knows I've been no saint
In my camouflage and armor, cold heart and grease paint
To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down
(J. Jett/K. Hanna)
Takes her time
Bittersweet
Reads the magazines
She's not meant to read
Yeah
The First Time I Saw You Darling I Knew I Was In Love
Tell Her Daddy
The Way You Took Your Wheelchair Up That Handicap Ramp
Mmm, It's A Mind Blower
But Now Baby I Miss Ya I Miss Ya
Ich ritt aus San Alfredo im letzten Tageslicht,
vielleicht auch aus El Paso, so genau weiß ich das nicht.
Seit vierzig Tagen, vierzig Nächten war ich auf der Flucht,
in jeder Stadt fand ich mein Bild, darunter stand: GESUCHT!
Sie nannten mich den Stillen, und man flüsterte mit nach,
daß, wenn ich was zu sagen hätte mein Colt für mich sprach.
Ziya-po ya-ya, pa-pa-ya-pa!
Ti-da-lee, na po-po pu-du-loo!
Ste-na-peh na-na po po-ro po!
Africa unite:
'Cause we're moving right out of Babylon,
And we're going to our Father's land, yea-ea.
Cradle the weight of your life
You can survive
What lies before you
It's only a matter of time
Before the night
Turns into day
